Her Aunt Became My Bride After Rebirth

The elders of the Jewett family had always believed I brought good fortune to my spouse, and their satisfaction with me only deepened as time passed. They treated me with the utmost kindness and respect.

So, despite Kendra’s indifference toward me, I had convinced myself that I was content—until I stumbled upon those photos.

One day, Mother came to my room with a surprising announcement on her lips: Rosie would be returning from abroad in five days.

It took me off guard, as in my previous life, Kendra’s younger aunt had never married. I hadn’t expected our arranged marriage to progress so seamlessly.

I vaguely remembered Rosie as a warm and kind older sister, and marrying her seemed a far more reassuring thought than tying myself to anyone else.

The following day, I arrived early at my fashion studio, eager to revise the design of my wedding attire.

Since college, I have poured my heart into this piece, my fingers tracing every detail with care.

Back then, I was fixated on marrying Kendra, ensuring every design choice matched her exacting tastes. She had never allowed me the luxury of choosing patterns I loved.

In this life, I was finally free to choose my own wedding attire and marry someone who truly mattered to me.

A few days later, after putting the final touches on my design, I went to the break room to unwind. I stumbled across Elliot’s latest social media post as I settled in.

The photo took my breath away: my carefully designed wedding attire had been sliced in half and transformed into a jacket. He was now wearing it as he danced intimately with Kendra.

"Big Sister Kendra knew I needed an outfit, so she brought this over for me. Being pampered feels amazing!"

I couldn’t believe my eyes. Anger bubbled up inside me, and I rushed to the fifth-floor ballroom.

There, Elliot and Kendra were dancing, their bodies swaying as one, moving in perfect harmony.

"That’s my wedding attire! How dare you give it to him! And ruin it like this!"

The moment Elliot caught sight of me, his face fell into a mask of fear, his eyes welling with tears.

"Kendra... Did I do something wrong? Why does Brother look so angry...?"

Kendra shielded him with a smug smile, her voice dripping with disdain.

"Wyatt, it’s just a wedding outfit!" she scoffed, her hands on her hips.

"You were going to wear it for me anyway. What’s the harm in letting Elliot wear it for a dance now?"

She waved her hand dismissively.

"Besides, I never liked this design anyway. Just make a new one. Stop throwing a tantrum over nothing."

I stood there, stunned by her audacity.

"Who said it was for you? This was meant for my own wedding!"

Kendra shook her head, a sneer tugging at the corners of her lips. "Give it a rest, Wyatt. Your wedding is our wedding, isn’t it? I already agreed to marry you. This act is getting old."

My gaze fell on the scissors lying on the nearby table. Without a second thought, I grabbed them and cut the fabric strip hanging from Elliot’s waist.

"Kendra, since you’re so sure, watch closely! I won’t let anything be tainted, and I won’t accept anyone sullied either!"

Kendra froze, her eyes widening as she took in my determination.

No matter the trouble I had caused before, it had always been to please her. She had never seen me this serious, this resolute about cutting ties.

She instinctively reached out to stop me, but before she could act, Elliot burst into loud, sobbing cries.

"Kendra... My leg... I think I scraped it... It hurts so much... But it’s okay... Don’t worry about me. Go after Brother... It’s all my fault..."

Kendra paused for a brief moment, her eyes narrowing. Then, she scoffed, watching me walk away.

"Ignore him! A jealous man like that needs a lesson. Let him reflect on his own foolishness!"

I stared down at the wedding outfit’s threads still tangled in my hands.

Silent tears fell as I wiped them away, grieving the loss of something I had poured my heart into.